loptr

when I was young I think I must have had a mother
who was flesh and blood and real to me
but now my mother's gone, I see
where once my mothe was is filled up with machinery
something to die for
to set me on the Glory Road

....

and on that road, you can always see the sunset
it's right in front of you,
you're always headed west
as muzak charges us with canned angelic fire
that draws us closer to the pyre
at the ending of the Glory Road

I'm another body on the Glory Road
to the immolation of America
I'm a chink of Purpose in a Greater Whole
trying hard not to remmeber that I'm marching on the Glory Road

-- @, c. 1984, and apropos now more than ever....